`How would you like to come with me to Florence
and learn to be a painter?' asked Cimabue, for he
saw that the boy had a wonderful power in his little
rough hands.

Giotto's cheeks flushed, and his eyes shone with
joy.

`Indeed, master, I would come most willingly,'
he cried, `if only my father will allow it.'

So back they went together to the village, but not
before Giotto had carefully put his sheep into the
fold, for he was never one to leave his work half
done.

Bondone was amazed to see his boy in company
with such a grand stranger, but he was still more
surprised when he heard of the stranger's offer. It
seemed a golden chance, and he gladly gave his
consent.

Why, of course, the boy should go to Florence if
the gracious master would take him and teach him
to become a painter. The home would be lonely
without the boy who was so full of fun and as bright
as a sunbeam. But such chances were not to be met
with every day, and he was more than willing to let
him go.